E. Jean Carroll
Now, about this Most Hideous Men of My Life List: It is a list of the 21 most revolting scoundrels I have ever met.
I have no intention of defending Donald Trump over another allegation, that this time he is Bill Clinton, but this is a forensic examination of the accuser or enablers of E. Jean Carroll, which culminate in the psychosis of George Conway, the out of control husband of Kellyanne Conway, who took to the Washington Post to drag Juanita Broaderick around the rape yard as a lynching tool to get at Donald Trump and Republicans.
What George Conway engaged in, is troubling, and it is disgusting, but he has developed a number of emotional problems related to Donald Trump, who he once was pleading with a for job, and when the job did not appear, Conway turned on the President and his wife.
George Conway's editorial opinion is weak and a sorry epitaph on his fading persona. To attack Ms. Broaderick in order to prop up E. Jean Carroll is not manly in the least, and it is a sad state in the desperation of the attacks upon Donald Trump, where Conway graduates from "Well it was locker room talk and Trump cheated on his wife, so that means he rapes women".
I honestly feel sorry for George Conway, as even Alyssa Milano has worn herself down in flailing her soul against the Trump wall in trying to get a pound of flesh off of him.
The following quotes from the latest accuser of Donald Trump begins with a woman who has been raped 21 times or she defines rape in a broad sense, and brings the most pertinent questions in how does a boy without an erection rape a girl and how does a woman get herself into a life reality that she was apparently being raped about every 18 months by someone, and she never reported any of these assaults to her parents or to the police.
E. Jean Carroll's first rapist, an 8 year old boy, apparently was in 1961 AD in the year of our Lord. Apparently in Indiana, where Mike Pence worships, rape of children was part of the 3 educational R's, a E. Jean Carroll's mother knew this boy was being raped by everyone in his family and beaten, but no one went to the police or in 1961 showed up with a bat and beat the shit out of these pedophiles.
In any event, rich people got this boy, and while everyone knew he was Marlon Brando without a motorcycle or a cock, they turned him loose on the other children to assault and rape, and no one in Indiana cared.
The first rich boy’s name was James. He was raped by his grandfather. He was raped by his uncles. He was beaten by his father. My mother told me the stories much later. When James was 6, he was taken away from his father and given to a rich couple, Arthur and Evelyn. Arthur and Evelyn were best friends with my parents, Tom and Betty.
Apparently E. Jean Carroll, had a great deal of camping as a child, and the parents never checked on the children, as parents in 1961 let Beaver rob the bank, play in the street, rape the neighbor kid and kill the cat, as June and Ward were never around.
Again that is satire, as that is the theme of E. Jean Carroll who writes like a Harlequin Romance in enjoying writing about what takes place too much and what she writes about is not rape in this case and is not what was typical watch like a hawk parenting of the 50's and 60's.
James was 7 and a half or 8, a bloodthirsty, beautiful, relentless boy. He ordered everyone around, even the older kids. To me he said, “I’m going to shove this up you again.”
“Put this in your underpants,” he said.He pulled up my dress and crammed the balled-up material down my pants. Late at night, when the guests had gone home, I took off my dress, pulled down my pants. And there it still was, the wadded-up thing.
As this torture of reading goes on, E. Jean Carroll types to the page that apparently she was a rapist too, but not defining herself as one of the Hideous Men on her list.
This woman as a child was quite sadistic, in she was driving barbed fish hooks into her "rapist". She apparently was into abuse, drowning, shooting another child with a cap gun, using fire to burn another child, without reference in this litany of actions which would have gotten a child in the 60's ass beat, as children might get away with a couple of attacks, but eventually a parent is going to see this kind of abuse and step in with martial force to stop it.
Why Ms. Carroll is not admitting she is a sociopath as James was being accused is a mystery. It does though add to the mystery of why this story was not vetted and more to the point even published, as it reminds me of a Sally Jesse Raphael show of the 1990's which she bravely featured a woman who accused someone from the Midwest of raping her. The brave part for Ms. Raphael is she exposed that this woman was soon accusing the Chief of the State Police and the Governor, which alerted everyone to the reality that this woman had severe mental problems.
James and I played so many ferocious games while camping that summer: hooking each other with fishhooks, holding each other underwater, tying each other up, shooting each other with cap guns, chasing each other with garter snakes, dumping hot embers on each other’s heads. I am not putting him on the Most Hideous Men of My Life List — whether he belongs there is for him to decide. It is his uncles, his father, his grandfather who belong on such a list.
That is where the E. Jean Carroll takes the mental problems turn, and George Conway sloshes along carrying the water for her, as the name of CBS executive Les Mooves appears as another one of her rapists.
Les Moonves - CBS
But in the rendition of Les Moonves, E. Jean Carroll unleashes with Harlequin verbiage which not one person who has been raped would ever recite or write. "Pants bursting with demands" is not what any person assaulted in their lives would ever write.
He says: “Smart enough to choose an out-of-the-way hotel,” and he steps into the elevator behind me and, his pants bursting with demands, goes at me like an octopus.
This eventually reaches the last person to rape E. Jean Carroll in Donald Trump. That part is not explained how rape as a part of Ms. Carroll's existence ends with Donald Trump, but 20 some years ago was the claimed event, with this George Conway proof that Donald Trump in a city of millions did not remember the faces of a myriad of people that glommed onto him, and were quite delighted to be around the Trump's of the Tower era.
So now I will tell you what happened:The moment the dressing-room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, hitting my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coat dress and pulls down my tights.I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, thrusts his penis halfway — or completely, I’m not certain — inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am wearing a pair of sturdy black patent-leather four-inch Barneys high heels, which puts my height around six-one, and I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand — for some reason, I keep holding my purse with the other — and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.The whole episode lasts no more than three minutes. I do not believe he ejaculates. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door — I don’t recall which door — and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.
Everything in E. Jean Carroll's recitation is suspect in forensic psychology. It is written like pulp fiction in dripping vulva verbiage.
I do not believe E. Jean Carroll, and that is the deeper reality of the Brett Kavanaugh accusers and the willing fleshmates of Harvey Weinstein, in all of this has trended to a reality of cheapening the act of rape, so that #MetToo has become a joke in Meryl Streep claws for a way to be a part of this for attention, which abuses all the men, women and children who have been raped and molested.
The way this Obama pro pedophile propaganda has trended in his rainbow bastardization of a symbol of God to depravity, makes this all suspect in the effort to generate this Pussy Hat mafia, has a real design to make the entire society discount and desensitize it to the rape of children, adults and animals.
It is not paranoia to suspect something more behind this, as there is a vast amount of money behind these political events aimed at Donald Trump, from intelligence control John Podesta to the nameless conduits who release books in "she smears he denies" 21st century libel which can not go to court for either subject as one does not have the evidence and one would go bankrupt suing for his reputation.
Those Clinton rapes and cover ups were a definite sore spot for the Clinton supporters, and with the democratic operatives appearing, it is organized in their going to smear Donald Trump on sex sins in the way Bill Clinton was never prosecuted on sex crimes.
It is the same venue of Bill Clinton was impeached so democrats were going to impeach George W. Bush or Dick Cheney, and as Birther Obama was illegitimate, then Donald Trump's presidency is going to be made illegitimate.
By design in all of this, Justice is what has been abused and raped, as the public is on one side not listening when people cry rape and on the other side they are using rape as a political tool to overturn what was at the ballot box.
George Conway and the Washington Post have descended past Aliens at the National Enquirer for yellow journalism. But then Rupert Murdoch of British Intelligence just allowed the publisher inArthur Gregg Sulzberger whine on the pages of the Wall Street Journal that he was not the traitor Donald Trump said he was, while posting CIA leaks that America was engaged in cyberwar against Russia which could get New York City nuked.
It was once said that the monkeys were in charge of the zoo, in damning the masses for their believing in Big Foot and Birther Obama is a foreigner, but in the constant drone of hype, it is a fact that the 1% of America are engulfed in an extraordinary madness. It is like waking up in a lunatic asylum daily, with the psychiatrists swinging naked from the light fixtures, telling us that the inmates fondling statues of the Virgin Mary is normal.
E. Jean Carroll falls back on a Justice Potter Stewart claim.
I am like Justice Potter Stewart. I just know a hideous man when I see one.
The problem for E. Jean Stewart is that she is like George Conway, in she slurs men as the damning problem for women.
I have seen plenty. For 26 years, I have been writing the “Ask E. Jean” column in Elle, and for 26 years, no matter what problems are driving women crazy — their careers, wardrobes, love affairs, children, orgasms, finances — there comes a line in almost every letter when the cause of the correspondent’s quagmire is revealed. And that cause is men.
George Conway's fixation is anything named Donald Trump. He is like the Hollywood producer who hated Charlie Chaplain, but was caught laughing at a performance and when he inquired who that funny guy was, and was informed it was Mr. Chaplain, he stopped laughing.
What E. Jean Carroll does not see for the forest, is that a woman's problem is not men, nor is a man's problem women. Women who have problems with men, are making choices to be with men who are bad choices, just as men who have problems with women, are allowing themselves to be used by women as punching bags for these women's bad choices.
As E. Jean Carroll is a professional writer, and she has a professional publisher, she is well aware that her platform, her writing style and her embellishing, vanquish the reliability of her claim. Whatever her reason, is her reason, but when it is a business of propaganda publishing, it is deliberate and this story was designed to desensitize charges of rape and molestation. That is the story in this and the question which requires examination, as we have just read that children being raped and tortured at summer camp is something only little boys do and not little girls, when little girls engage in it. Normal minds will reject this as misbehavior is misbehavior. It is the the message though that in all of this, the public is being conditioned to not believe charges of sexual assault.
That is the troubling part of this, and the people behind this are responsible for.
Once again another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.